Welcome to New York, or in fact to Staten Island where Mike Logan has been reassigned, in fact exiled. A case comes to Staten Island by the accident of some current in the Hudson River, the dead girl who was a "dancer" in a club with a pimp in the wings, got pregnant from the son of a mob boss. She does not want to abort, meaning that in her job she forgot her normal and daily precaution and care in the crystal clear order to get pregnant with that particular young man probably in order to get a promotion from shady lady to wife of a shady young man, a distant heir of Al Capone. The son of the mob boss kills her and carves her into pieces. Obviously he disagreed.
Discovered by a cop in the process of that butcher's work, the cop helps him with the mattress and probably or simply maybe with the body. The cop cannot get his wife pregnant and to pay for the $12,000 in vitro fecundation he accepts some tips now and then from the mob boss and his son. In other words, he is a rotten cop that smells like some black cocaine produced by some animals generally called cows or bulls.
Mike Logan, following the body of the girl from Staten Island to Manhattan easily finds out there is a rotten cop somewhere and he has the great privilege of finding who, and that who is a colleague he worked with three years earlier when he was still working in Manhattan. Kind of sad and a little bit contrite, but justice is justice: give your weapon and your badge to the boss – is she a captain of some sort? – of the precinct. And how is he going to be able to pay for the in-vitro fecundation of his wife? No humane thinking in this police film. It is not so bad, in fact it is even decent, to help the son of a mob boss when he has entangled himself in a nasty crime, not help him commit the crime, but help him clean up the place, or is it the plate, though this sounds a little bit cannibalistic.
Apart from that, New York is a fascinating place. Either you are a mob boss, or the son or daughter or relative or employee of one, or you are a pimp, or a girl employed by such a shady character (Ice T actually), or a customer of one of these girls in the numerous bars and clubs in Manhattan, no matter where, provided the girls lap- dance rapidly and profitably. They can be displaced by a mayor, but they will go to a neighborhood where they can easily grow and multiply. On the police side there is always a dirty rotten one and then those – most of the others – who will willfully not see that rotten egg in the basket. And that will end up sad and tearful.
That sure does not show the slightest smallest and tiniest nice thing about New York City. But it is decent entertainment, and if you are nostalgic you'll be able to see the twin towers that have not been there since a certain 9/11, 2001.
Enjoy the New York of crime and squalor.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
Discovered by a cop in the process of that butcher's work, the cop helps him with the mattress and probably or simply maybe with the body. The cop cannot get his wife pregnant and to pay for the $12,000 in vitro fecundation he accepts some tips now and then from the mob boss and his son. In other words, he is a rotten cop that smells like some black cocaine produced by some animals generally called cows or bulls.
Mike Logan, following the body of the girl from Staten Island to Manhattan easily finds out there is a rotten cop somewhere and he has the great privilege of finding who, and that who is a colleague he worked with three years earlier when he was still working in Manhattan. Kind of sad and a little bit contrite, but justice is justice: give your weapon and your badge to the boss – is she a captain of some sort? – of the precinct. And how is he going to be able to pay for the in-vitro fecundation of his wife? No humane thinking in this police film. It is not so bad, in fact it is even decent, to help the son of a mob boss when he has entangled himself in a nasty crime, not help him commit the crime, but help him clean up the place, or is it the plate, though this sounds a little bit cannibalistic.
Apart from that, New York is a fascinating place. Either you are a mob boss, or the son or daughter or relative or employee of one, or you are a pimp, or a girl employed by such a shady character (Ice T actually), or a customer of one of these girls in the numerous bars and clubs in Manhattan, no matter where, provided the girls lap- dance rapidly and profitably. They can be displaced by a mayor, but they will go to a neighborhood where they can easily grow and multiply. On the police side there is always a dirty rotten one and then those – most of the others – who will willfully not see that rotten egg in the basket. And that will end up sad and tearful.
That sure does not show the slightest smallest and tiniest nice thing about New York City. But it is decent entertainment, and if you are nostalgic you'll be able to see the twin towers that have not been there since a certain 9/11, 2001.
Enjoy the New York of crime and squalor.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU